Sunday Cats and a Hot Dog

Ok, dark secret time: I love hot dogs. I just do. They have to be good ones, mind you (like the kind you buy as singles at a deli), but I'll eat way more of them than is healthy. Sometimes I just do a standard ketchup, mustard, relish kind of thing. Sometimes I do fancier stuff. Like the most recent time, I cooked them in a 500 degree oven till they started to brown (if I could grill them I would have), then put some barbecue sauce on and put them back in the oven. Left them in for about 5 minutes, so the sauce caramelized. Then put them on a nice roll with a little onion and bacon. Good times kids.

Now some cats. Just a couple pics today, they haven't really been up to much lately. But here is Noodles. Looking like a cupcake. She needs to head back to boxhab, wicked bad. Here is Bob, poorly framed, looking like a cashew. He's not a proud animal. I don't think he got the "maintain an aloof and mysterious attitude" memo that all the other cats got. Well, Noodles might not have gotten it either. She likes to sleep on our beanbag, but tends to slide off. Slowly. It's quite amusing.